Dorothy Parker: by Ty, Kelby, Jacob






  • born August 22, 1893
  • married three times
  • arrested in Boston in 1927 for protesting against the executions of two men. She was charged with “loitering and sauntering” and fined $5.
  • memorialized on a stamp
  • religion was Judaism
  • attempted suicide many times
  • nominated for the 2008 New Jersey hall of fame
  • left her whole estate to Martin Luther King
  • went to a catholic school
  • born in West End, New Jersey
  • married to Edwin Pond Parker in 1917 divorced in 1927
  • was great at writing short stories
  • her mother died right after she went to boarding school in New York
  • died 1967



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POEM

MEN

They hail you as their morning star
Because you are the way you are.
If you return the sentiment,
They'll try to make you different;
And once they have you, safe and sound,
They want to change you all around.
Your moods and ways they put a curse on;
They'd make of you another person.
They cannot let you go your gait;
They influence and educate.
They'd alter all that they admired.
They make me sick, they make me tired.


POEM

RESUME

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp;
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.







POEM

A DREAM LIES DEAD


A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,
But, for a little, let your step be slow.
And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise
With words of hope and Spring and tenderer skies.
A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:

Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-
Though white of bloom as it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity-
One little loveliness can be no more;
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!



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